Today is my Sabbath (weekly day of rest) and for some reason I was reminded of this liturgy that my brother posted on his Facebook account about this time last year.
I thought of this poem because, this year, my goal is for the holidays to be sort of an annual Sabbath; a month or two of the year when (hopefully) life slows down and I get to rest, relax, and recharge with friends and family. I know that this may not be the reality for many (myself included), but it's my primary goal this Christmas.
it is a time of whispers
of rumors and echoes
angels are unfurling their wings
stars are dancing new steps
and the universe is drawing breath
for now we live in the waiting time
let the darkness gather
let the seasons change
let the nights draw in
to their darkest moment
the light is on it's way
so come now
be a blessing to the frantic and worried world
and find space
for God is slipping into skin
and restless in the womb
it is advent
P.S. I tried unsuccessfully to find out who the original author is so I could credit him/her. If anyone knows who wrote this, please let me know.
The random thoughts of a passionate moderate who is incurably addicted to music, practical philosophy, and learning new things.